chest Bones of iron bones of lead And death is rattling the cage Like a bird that would escape But there's no room for thoughts like these In the garden
chest Bones of iron bones of lead And death is rattling the cage Like a bird that would escape But there?s no room for thoughts like these In the garden
译文: 维纳布尔,野老. 花园.
your chest Bones of iron bones of lead And death is rattling the cage Like a bird that would escape But there?s no room for thoughts like these In the garden